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Pickin'
01:04
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2. |
Magical Trevor
00:48
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Everyone loves Magical Trevor
The tricks that he does are ever so clever
Look at him now disappearing a cow
Where is the cow
It's hidden right now
Taking a bow it's Magical Trevor
Everybody's seen that the trick is clever
Look at him there with his leathery leathery whip
It's made of magic and with a little flip
Yeah yeah yeah
The cow is back
Na na na na na na
The cow is back back back
back from his magical journey
What did he see
in the parallel dimension
He saw beans lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans
He saw beans lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans
Yeah yeah
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3. |
Beaver and Ducks
01:49
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Take a moment and give thanks for two-faced politicians
for birthing a scene that we finally fit in
Can't we acknowledge the gun-touting Christians
for amusements we gain from these sweet ironies
I'd like to thank the academy for phony newscasters
whose acting is fit for Shakespearian theater
Your faux feelings seem to be comforting most
but to me it's just so fucking condescending
Let's write one minute songs
Let's play them all wrong
Let's sing political as if we even know
Let's scream til our throats bleed
We're the elite
Forget what I just said
It's a fucked up scene at best
Let's keep it that way
as a fucked up dream at best
Now we're waiting for someone to see this scene undone
The suits wipe their eyes and they say their goodbyes
and no one is left but us in this basement
with PA feedback and headline on standby
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4. |
Kill Hug Destroy
01:11
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The idea of a utopia gives me the creeps
Where is the fun in living without a little dissent
There's none there for me
Every good story has struggle to overcome
You can't have hero without rogue low life villain scum
Why spend a day working toward ideals and abstractions
You'll find you're wasting precious time
We have been forgiven not by God not by nature
No confessions
No elixir
I'm going to Hell
That sounds so nice
As if this is some
fucking paradise
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5. |
Power On
02:19
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Some call them crazy
too much science fiction maybe
It's dystop-y
Don't evoke that 1984
we've read that shit already
But don't dismiss the theories so absolutely
chiefly concerning those able and willing
to lay forbidden strings on the spinning machine
to weave arcane nothings for the tangle that it brings
Orchestrate it
Marionette
On the television set a speaker wastes his breath
He gives a knowing nod and no sign of regret
but a new voice in his head and a telling bead of sweat
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6. |
Compound Fracture
01:30
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Rebel
What the hell
There's nothing left to do
But sit around and watch The View
Dissent
Doesn't pay the rent
But it makes for a good time
Pass the buck while picking up the dropped dimes
Hooray for change
Yeah
Freedom to choose to use it however I want
With the liberty of never giving it a second thought
Power is abused by the few who have the most
But this story's getting boring so let me propose a toast
To this fine country
I'll bring the matches if you bring the gasoline
And raise our flag for anarchy
To burn this fucker down's alright with me
So let's go
Bring all you know
And bring a flamethrower or two
We'll paint this city black and blue
And should I get a nightstick to the head
Take lots of pictures if you can
So we can laugh about it later with our friends
Here's to good times
Good times
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7. |
Mario Too
01:12
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8. |
My Morsel and Me
01:38
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When those four magic chords stop yielding rewards
What will you do when we all get bored
Repackage it
Resell that shit
We'll buy it once more
just like before
Don't buy our CD
Buy it in 2020 on The Best of Flappy
It's for download only
One song at a time
just a dollar fifty
enhanced digitally for the highest quality
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9. |
Putney Hill
02:02
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Give me back my first eighteen
I'd like a retry to fuck it up right
Memories are few and far
between being a good exemplary
specimen of suburban youth
a straight-laced guiltless young man
Unbeknownst to me
I'm desperately in need of indecency
Did no one tell you it was untrue
myths to defend a vanilla nation
Government sanctioned parents
beget a lifeless generation
That's right
I bit it fucking hard
hook line and sinker
How was I ever supposed to know
Just once I wish I would have not said no
Give me one hit of that shit
let's add a little scar to a skin unmarked
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10. |
Greedy Tapeworm
02:16
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Take a few steps back and look once more
At yet another family lost and poor
It's hard to judge half empty half full
When you've got no glass at all
Collateral damage en route to the almighty buck
Expendable and out of luck
There's nothing you can do
They'll have their cake and eat yours too
Parasites feed and fester
Take what they want and leave the rest to rot and decay
Misery and dismay is what they make
They only live so they can take
Only looking out for number one
Wipe the records clean before it's done
Guilty watch the grudge eclipse the sky
While the good ones struggle to survive
And only getting by by the skin of their teeth
And asking themselves why
What kinda way is this to live their life?
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11. |
Slow Dance
01:42
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It's nice to think that there's more than instinct
that there's more than lip sync
and voices have some sway
Is someone out there saying prayer for me
That's hard to believe
That's naivete I'd say
but soul searching proves fruitless
Empty trash bins and apple skins litter the streets
and I kinda like that feeling I get when I realize
that lonely feeling is the freest kind
and framing my home on that fault line
was no ones fault but mine
Some are content just being human
a sum of ancestors' billion thoughts and sins
Others say fuck that this can't be all
We need something more
something transcendent
I won't waste what time I have
searching wandering
worship pondering
It'll all be over way too soon
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12. |
Yellow Cab
02:12
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There's no Clash in eternal peace
72 virgins wouldn't last a week
I could roll in shit in Hell's third circle
I could be reborn
As what
Let me take this time
to claim disassociation
Disassociation
Disassociation
Maybe I'll go Pagan
Druid Anima
It's a lot more simple
to go ahead you're free
to live a life in sinful
good times and harmony
No one has a soul
to save to break to heal
You'll just find a hole there
At least that hole is real
Why not work with what we have got
not a fuck of a lot
but it's something tangible
and that makes me feel great
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13. |
New Suit
01:33
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Get control
it's easy for the CEO when everyone feels the same
tied fitted and tamed
Form a class
some wear cashmere some wear rags outside the VIP
the black and white Dead Sea
On Sundays
hide behind angel parades
then when the hymns have gone put your sins back on
When I'm dead
don't dress up don't bow your head
Remember anyone
that's not how we had fun so why start now
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14. |
Pros and Convicts
02:05
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I can't comply
I can't be made to believe this lie
Prey on the faith
While they pray that their shepherd will keep them safe
Each piece of news being read through a filter
Misleading views keep this country off kilter
Fuck statistics a big plate of bullshit
Rehashed and reheated and served to the public
I'm sick and tired of the abuse
Each time they tighten up the noose
Where we stand helpless and afraid
When we could stand to make a change
So many lives are lost to see
Unspeakable atrocity
When standing up would mean
Admitting we were wrong
Disgruntled, betrayed
How can this world be saved?
Professional convicts wanna take it all away
Pros and convicts
Pros and convicts picking your bones dry
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15. |
Turnips
00:38
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It's not that you're hard up
It's not for your bad luck
Maybe your fiction is charming
but your conviction's alarming
Come on just be frank with me
My soul does not need blessing
I want a refund
Just give my quarter back
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16. |
Sgt. Major
01:44
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Private Jones came in one night
full of cheer and very bright
He'd been out all day upon the spree
He bumped into Sergeant Smeck
put his arms around his neck
and in his ear he whispered tenderly
Kiss me goodnight Sergeant-Major
Tuck me in my little wooden bed
We all love you Sergeant-Major
When we hear you bawling show a leg
Kiss me goodnight Sergeant-Major
Tuck me in my little wooden bed
We all love you Sergeant-Major
When we hear you bawling show a leg
Don't forget to wake me in the morning
and bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea
Kiss me goodnight Sergeant-Major
Sergeant-Major be a mother to me
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17. |
Broked It
01:57
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It's a lie from which some draw their breath
a perjury that perpetrates
a nonexistent self-imposed set of persistent
rules and arbitrary regimentation
a brick wall for the frontal lobe
Blissfulness from ignorance is hardly laudable
It's not vital to reach enlightenment
explain things unexplainable
Just remember this
We can never know it all
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18. |
C.O.A.W.M.D.
03:18
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Fighters for free will unite
We'll show the world the guiding light
We'll take the blind and make them see
By packing love and liberty
Into a bomb that's big enough
To get our fucking point across
The way to deal with difference
Is greet it with intolerance
To make the world a better place
And purify the human race
If they don't like our point of view
We'll blow them all to Timbuktu
We're only trying to help
To save the world from itself
There is no turning back
The sky just fades to black
I see the flames
But I feel nothing
I can't take anymore
Of the shit I've seen before
I hear the screams
But I feel nothing
Apathy helps numb the pain
A little more than novocaine
But I got a limited supply
The last of which has just run dry
It will continue on forever
Dark and bitter pain and suffering
But stick with me just play along
We'll kill the evil right the wrongs
The bodies mount the death toll rises
Winning wars takes compromises
That is why your father's dead
But little girl don't hang your head
You'll thank us for it later
I can't take anymore of the shit I've seen before
Don't we learn from mistakes
We're doing the same thing a different way
How can this make them understand
We shoot them in the head before they can reach out their hand
Keep telling yourself that there's nothing wrong
Let descend your iron gavel
Unfit judge of good and evil
Senseless acts of violence sowing seeds of hatred
Look at what you've done
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19. |
Grinnin'
01:21
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Flappy Savannah, Georgia
Flappy began in 2005 in Savannah, GA. After recording music from 2006-08 and a few small shows, the members of Flappy graduated from college and went their separate ways until getting back together for a short time in LA as Glass The Planet in 2010.
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